After a long day, He just needed a cold cigarette to sooth his stressed nerves.

This was an old habit he wouldn’t indulge into much, yet he always carried a lighter with him and every once in a while; would use it to light up an old Marlboro and inhale the sharp nicotine smoke.

Today was a little more stressful because of having to deal with Dazai and his stupid armed detective agency—And not being able to rant about it to anyone because Akutagawa was on some mission, and keeping his illegal job and activities a secret from his girlfriend.. She didn’t have to know and it wouldn’t hurt to just omit the truth.

He raised the cigarette to his lips and took in a filtered hit of the burning tobacco, letting the smoke pool out of his mouth before blowing it upwards.

Just as he raised the cigarette to his lips and took another puff, he heard the familiar close of the front door. You were home. Shit. Last thing he needed was to get scolded for having a smoke so he quickly blew out what he had inhaled and crushed the cigarette butt under his heel before kicking the filter off the balcony.

“Hey, Beautiful, how’d it go?” He hummed as he walked back into the apartment, making a subtle beeline to the bathroom to brush his teeth so his breath wouldn’t smell of the tobacco. He didn’t want you knowing any time soon about his little habit.